"Thanks for taking me to get ice cream, mister mime!" Emmet exclaimed. Mime nodded. It had been a few days, and just as Mime promised, he was ready to tell him.
"Listen, Emmet…Sit down…" he spoke, calmly. Emmet obeyed.
"Um…remember uncle Shifty?" Mime asked. Emmet nodded. Mime thought of something then. What if Emmet turned out like Shifty? A drunken thief with nothing to do with his life but to sit around drinking all day singing 70's songs which he clearly can't sing? Or what if, upon finding out all of this, he'll be suicidal when he's older? What if he tries to kill himself RIGHT AFTER he tells him? What if he never forgave his mother, or Mime, or even Shifty? And upon himself, what'll Lammy do? Mime looked back at the innocent, 6; almost 7 year old's eyes. Emmet smiled, looking at him.
"Mister Mime? Are you okay? What did you want to tell me?" Emmet asked. Mime glanced at Emmet.
"…Th-that we're gonna take a visit to uncle Shifty's later!" Mime exclaimed. He couldn't bring himself to say it. Now he understood what Lammy and Lifty felt.
"Okay! Do you think we can go on an adventure?" Emmet asked. He started to stand on the bench they were on.
"Emmet, don't stand on the bench like that!" Mime scolded.
"I love adventures! Uncle Shifty plays pirates with me all the time!" Emmet mewed.
"…He does?" Mime tilted his head in confusion and worry.
"Yeah! But mama breaks up the fun…she's boring."
"What were you doing?"
"Having an adventure."
"What kind of adventure?"
"I was a pirate, and he was Blackbeard!"
"Um…really?"
"Yeah…I love adventures…" Emmet yawned.
"I'm sure you do, Emmet…" Mime calmly whispered. Emmet seemed tired out, and lay down on Mime's lap. Mime pet his hair gently, watching him fall asleep. He had to face it; the raccoon was too innocent, too happy to have his life ruined by the truth.